Just as Zhao Rong and his group were surrounded by a circle of fierce ghosts and felt a wave of despair wash over them…
Suddenly, the first group of ghosts that had rushed over dropped to their knees before them. With tears streaming down their faces, they cried, "Ghost Catching Taoist Priests, we wandering souls of the Wang Family Village truly don't know how we can ever thank you…"
Hearing that these rushing ghosts not only meant them no harm but actually wanted to thank them, Zhao Rong and his companions were utterly baffled.
Zhao Rong looked at the ghosts kneeling on the ground, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said, "Brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, grandpas, grandmas… please, even though humans and ghosts walk different paths, we can talk this out. There's no need for such a grand gesture…"
Lili, Xuelian, and Yu Lan stepped forward and began helping the ghosts to their feet. "As long as you don't harm us, we can talk about anything," they said.
